Excerpted from The Alchemist
by Paulo Coehlo
At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke - the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart.
It was Love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met... It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time.
What he felt in that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing... And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only.
Maktub; it is written.